MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 489 Waiting for a high-end bureau

  Tian county magistrate nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, wrap it on the lower officials."

  He breathed a sigh of relief, the special envoy finally sent a job that was easy and not embarrassing, although the content was a bit strange.

  After the matter was explained, He Lingchuan wanted to leave, but suddenly his mind moved, and the legs that stepped forward retracted:

   "By the way, there are two more things."

   "Also..." County Magistrate Tian almost spoke out, "Just give orders!"

"Here is a wanted post for a reward. Ask someone to make more than a dozen copies, dozens of copies, and post them in a conspicuous place in the city as soon as possible." He Lingchuan took out a wanted notice issued by Zhitian Township for Mr. Mai, and handed it over. "The eyes of the masses are discerning, and their power must be exerted."

  Tian county magistrate took a look: "Okay, I will do it right away."

   "When can I post it?"

   "Eh, tomorrow morning..." County magistrate Tian saw his frown, and immediately changed his words, "In the evening, we can paste them all this evening!"

  He Lingchuan smiled approvingly: "Also, where did you hear about Zhong Sunmou's arrival in Baisha?"

   "The lower official heard about other dignitaries, not just one or two."

   "Where did they know?"

   "Uh..." This time, the gossip spread quickly among the high-ranking dignitaries, and when the magistrate Tian heard about it, he didn't know how many times he had already changed hands.

   "Please check the source of the news to see who leaked the news." He Lingchuan said seriously, "This is a serious matter, so we must find out as soon as possible!"

   "Oh, good, good." The gossip is always speculative, so it's not easy to pursue, but Tian County Magistrate also has his own way, that is, to investigate from the female family members of these top families.

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   In the secret calculations of all parties in Baisha, three days passed quickly, and finally it was July 29th.

  Chaohu Pagoda is a local landmark attraction. There are as many as six or seven thousand tourists visiting the tower every day, and as few as two or three thousand. It can be described as bustling.

  But the guests who went up to the tower today were a bit disappointed, because some people came to build the shelf before dawn, and then the craftsmen came in with all kinds of things and started construction on the fourth and fifth floors.

   Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding, the sound of chiseling stones and knocking did not stop.

   There are also workers carrying things up and down, and there are mud, sand, stones, and all kinds of sundries everywhere.

  Looking for a Range Rover at Chaohu Tower focuses on the word "you". Although there are crowds of tourists when there are the most tourists, sitting in the teahouse on the fourth floor and enjoying the view is also a pleasant life.

  It's good now, the rude craftsman has completely destroyed the artistic conception of the word "quiet". The nearby waterfowl are also too noisy and refuse to approach and land, so the fun of bird watching is also halved.

   Therefore, most people walk here, shake their heads and walk away when they see the clutter and hear the noise.

Some guests come here all the time, and they will not give up if they don’t go up the tower, but the sound of smashing stones on the fourth floor is deafening, and every knock seems to hit the brain nerves. I have to go down the tower, and I can't even talk a few words—

  The noise is too loud.

  There are ten tables in the Chaohu Teahouse on the fourth floor. It was originally crowded with at least three or four groups of guests queuing up for each table. But today, the long-lost depression.

   "Three tables were opened just like that." The soul-destroying mirror hid in He Lingchuan's arms, tsk-tsk loudly, "These people are really not afraid of noise."

  The teahouse has an occupancy rate of 30%.

  The guests at these three tables may all have a reason to sit down, so they have to endure the harsh noise.

   "Suspicious!" cried the mirror, "The time is coming, they are all suspicious."

  He Lingchuan was not among them.

  He is in a position where he can monitor the people in the tower at any time without causing suspicion.

   "What's suspicious about these tables?"

   "Look at the table on the left." There was only one male guest at that table, in his forties, with dark skin.

   "This person just needs a cup of tea when he comes in, and then sits still, doesn't he seem to be waiting for someone?"

   "I am waiting for someone, but not necessarily for Mr. Mai."

  The mirror asked him: "Is it because this person looks too rustic?"

  He Lingchuan affirmed: "This man is just a hard worker, and what he wants is the cheapest tea."

  Mirror refused to accept: "I saw that his hands are rough and his knuckles are thick, he is a heavy worker, but maybe this is just a disguise, and maybe the people behind the scenes are unwilling to come in person, just find someone to test."

   "If you look for anyone, you won't find him."

   "Why?"

   "His left hand is tucked into his sleeve, but he just stretched it out a few times—it's a little trembling." He Lingchuan said, "It's either an alcoholic or a sick person. Would you entrust such an important matter to a drunkard or a sick person?"

  The mirror choked, and then turned its attention to the second table: "Where are the three women at the table? Do you think the connector will be a woman?"

   There are three female guests at this table, one woman is in her early thirties, the other is almost fifty, and the last one is a young girl.

  The little girl is sitting upright, with a small face that is rosy in white, and mature in her delicacy. The young woman frowned slightly with impatience, while the old woman drank tea in a leisurely manner, occasionally comforting the two of them and saying: "Come soon, come soon."

  Because the young woman said again: "It's too noisy, or another day!"

   "Another day, it will be a bad day."

  He Lingchuan laughed when he heard this: "For this table, the possibility is very small. That woman is a matchmaker."

"Why?"

   "This is a blind date. The little girl also specially wears new shoes and clothes, but the mother is not."

   While talking, someone went upstairs. It was a couple with a teenager, and they sat at this table.

   The two sides began to greet each other, with polite but awkward smiles.

  The mirror resentfully said: "As expected, it is the most boring activity for you humans."

   "Then there is only the last table left. This old man is either a businessman or a housekeeper. I see what faults you can find!"

   At the last table was an old man in his fifties. His clothes were of good material, and his way of drinking tea was decent. He was indeed a person with some status and some money, as the mirror said.

   There are some, but not many.

  It is difficult for ordinary people to develop the bearing of a superior.

   "Look, he keeps glancing at the stairs, obviously getting impatient."

   "It's nothing wrong, it can't be ruled out. And he's waiting for someone." There was a pot and two glasses on the man's table, and one of the glasses was still empty. It was obvious that he had made an appointment. "You can pay attention."

   After all, it is midsummer, and no matter how cool Chaohu Pagoda is, drinking two more sips of hot tea will still make you sweat. The man wiped his sweat twice with a handkerchief, as if making up his mind, threw tea money on the table, then stood up and walked downstairs quickly.

  The mirror reminded: "Ah, he is going to slip away, follow up!"

  He Lingchuan remained motionless: "It's not time, it's not him."

   "Maybe he sensed something was wrong and escaped early."

   "It's already here, why did you leave before the hour? It's only half a quarter of an hour before the hour."

   As soon as the voice fell, the old man climbed the ladder and returned.

  He was followed by someone.

   They fall back into place and start talking.

  The chiseling sound is loud, and they have to amplify the volume. The clanging would sometimes stop abruptly, at which point the guests' conversations would echo throughout the fourth floor.

  Blind Date Bureau: "Let me tell you, there are no betrothal gifts in this city!"

  The old man: "Then when will my son be released, you have to give me a letter, right?"

  Alcoholic: "…"

  Suddenly, the entire fourth floor fell into an eerie silence.

  He Lingchuan calmly grabbed the wooden plank, Dangdang began to nail it again.

  Yes, he is wearing coarse clothes right now, mixing in the decoration team to help others, and finding the best observation position for himself by the way.

  When he was a patrolman in Panlong City, he often helped the townspeople repair houses and carriages, and he learned carpentry from door panels. Although he doesn't have the skills of others, Dangdang Xiaogong can still do it.

  The noise is restored, and the fourth layer is normal.

  The soul-destroying mirror is puzzled: "None of these three tables, so you set up this game for nothing?"

  He Lingchuan specifically asked the county magistrate of Baisha to bring in an out-of-town repair team to start renovating the Chaohu Pagoda from yesterday, that is, on the 28th.

  The reason for finding a foreign team is because they don’t want the locals to get wind of it first.

  At first, the soul-hunting mirror thought that he understood He Lingchuan's intentions. After all, Chaohu Tower had too many passengers, and Mr. Mai's contacts could not be distinguished among them. Then once the construction of Chaohu Tower starts, the flow of people will immediately decrease, especially those who can tolerate the noise and stay on the fourth floor, most of them are really troubled.

  They are also easy to observe and distinguish.

  But the guests at the three tables in front of me were all excluded, and the connector probably didn't come, and it was very likely that he came up and walked around and then left. Because there are always tourists coming up in twos and threes, looking around, and then going downstairs.

   Isn't He Lingchuan's efforts in vain? Also wasted an important lead.

   As a result, He Lingchuan looked up at the engraving in the teahouse and said, "It's almost two quarters, it's almost time."

   "What's the same?" The mirror was dissatisfied, "Please explain clearly."

"Let me ask you, if you were a connector, what would you think if you saw that the Chaohu Tower was not being repaired sooner or later, but at the time you made an appointment with Mr. Mai, what would you think?" One, you know that the special envoy of the prince is also investigating the case in Baisha."

   "I will suspect that things have changed, and it is best to cancel the transaction." The mirror said without thinking, "But if there is any trouble, the mouse will immediately dig into the hole."

   "But what if they never found Mr. Mai? If you miss today, you will miss Mr. Mai."

  The mirror wondered: "Mr. Mai is so important?"

"I told Zhong Sunmou that Wan Song, Mr. Mai's subordinate, has revealed a lot of secrets. If you are behind the scenes, aren't you worried?" He Lingchuan whispered, "What's more, if they don't come, Mr. Mai will come as promised. To, then be arrested by us? They at least want to make sure that doesn't happen."

   "Silence?"

  He Lingchuan nodded slightly: "So, they shouldn't let go of this opportunity."

   "I dare not keep the appointment, but also dare not not come. Dilemma."

   "It's not difficult." He Lingchuan said with a smile, "Everyone has a fluke mentality. Baisha has been repairing scenic spots recently, and has repaired more than a dozen places, almost without stopping. Maybe the Chaohu Tower is just a coincidence?"